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The want to write something just for you,

What need is there to see that anger through?

Fuck you you stupid bitch, go find a ditch and

fucking stay.

Lay down, don't move, just go the fuck away.

Rotten toothed crackhead, better off dead, wish

you'd play someone else instead. 

Get out of my head and leave me be; restless

tweaker, set me free.

But no, don't listen, don't even lend an

ear. 

No heart, no conscience, just paranoia

and fear. 

Skin and bone turn to dust, rotting boils

are soon to come, no longer the beauty, just

a nasty ratty slum. 

So do what you like, inhale it all, pop

it back and put up the wall.

You're not you anyway, so it will

never really matter, just go the fuck

away.

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman 12/30/11

Broken Angel

Angel tethered, strapped
and weathered,
Wrapped in leather;
She cannot speak her
mind.
What does she find
lurking in the
dark?

Stark raving madness,
infinite pits of
sadness,
Penny for the pain
to make the stain
go away.

Angel tethered, strapped
and weathered,
Wrapped in leather;
She cannot speak her
mind.
Lost somewhere in dingy
halls; battered, broken,
blind...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 12/1/11

Tainted.

Given to that strange, that
changed the heart of it all,
Squeeze that thing and let it
all fall,
Halfway to feeling, but the
nail is numb,
Trickling down, the parts are
the sum,
No creature, blackened, once
noble,
Terrible, that thing, strewn
about what once was
whole,

The madness, the disease, that
swallowed him with
ease,
No knight, no angel, scabbed
and scarred,
battered and charred, burned
to the core,
That bitter sore, picking away
itching too deep,
Sour inside, no soul to
keep,
Sold and forgotten, bitter
and rotten,
Never say love again,
Steel heart, blackened, forever
here to remain.
Just the pain...
-END-
D.C. Chapman 9/4/2011

Fading

Lost in my own little world
within the world at large,
Groping at nothing, no need
to take charge,
Little by little my mind melts
away,
Stainless beneath formless off
some distant way,
So far, so good, sensation glisten
on smooth stainless,
Flesh is painless, blemishes fade,
Pale Jade, jaded, sauntering,
doesn't matter where,
Doesn't matter whom, nothing around
to care,
Love? Distant insanity cursing the
airwaves on every frequency,
No visuals, no mind, distant void
of some kind,
Lost in transit, receptors skipping,
charges nervous twitches in panic,
Don't panic, its' normal, its' all
under the illusion of control...
-END-
D.C. Chapman 8/24/2011

Eye of the Needle.

Attractor gravitating to
a standstill,
Pulling strong to repel
with frightening profundity,
To push away from that moment
too pure to comprehend,
That moment beyond words in
deep caress outside the
physical reach,
That touch, yearning so bad
for just one more touch,
Standing on the needle's eye
to pierce more flesh just
to feel... Something.
Something close to what
that was,
To melt into those eyes, those
dangerous, mysterious
eyes,
No lies for no words to speak,
Nothing to seek as everything
lay bare,
Without a care for one moment in
movement,
Vibrations reaching frequencies
unseen in aeons,
Hypnotised by tides of deep
breathing waves,
Reaching climax when two
become one,
Powerful attractors of such
magnitude,
Unready, repelling the two
to farther extremes,
Unable to feel but pain in
streams,
Longing for that profundity,
Yearning for that touch beyond
touches,
Only the needle's eye remains,
in self deluded justification, both
components refrane in awe and
fear... Longing.
-END-
D. Chapman
7/29/2011

Jibberish

Restless once too
often,
Soften ripe for the
skinning of a
turbulent soul,

Critical mass at half
staff, portioned remains
of a life
unlived,
Tender dripping the
separated whole,

Hole to the strange
crimson manifest
trickling from a
broken scab,
Distinct from others
yet indistinct within,
Radiant? No. Just
dim.
-END-
D.C. Chapman
7/20/11

Expiration Date.

Fell the parasite with
prejudice,
Lop the heads sputtering
gibberish tactics keeping
the spirit chained,
Drained of all worth, drown
in artificiality as it all
tumbles down,

Fuck the clown preaching
'recovery' on every sponsored
podium,
Low sodium to keep the crowd
compliant, reliant on
conceptually blended ideals,
Stamped with trademarks of
sponsors and heels,

Fear mongering in death throws,
the last gasp is near,
Nervous twitches as they throw
the switches attempting to
revive the dying lie,
Shoved down the masses throat,
kick the dog one more time, oh
they try, do they try,

Let it sink, let it die, let it
be,
Bank on collapse so every last soul
can finally be free,
Built on failure, perpetual consumption,
consuming everything until itself is
consumed,
The system is late, proof that everything
has an expiration date...
-END-
D.C. Chapman
6/29/2011

Walls.

Alone at home, silence pronounces
the wound,
Drown out by music, loud and
angry to keep these
feelings at bay,

Distant echoes hold the head
under seige,
bombarding the barrier seeking
a crack for silence to seep
through,
One may be lonely, but sometimes
so is two,

It was all a dream, reality
bites,
but the soul fights and screams
for the return of
the dream,
More time asleep, permanent
sleep,
So deep as to never touch
silence again,

Yet here it remains,
barriers, restraints, to
keep the demon of silence
at bay,
to keep that sinking crippling
feeling away...
-END-
D.C. Chapman
6/22/2011

Head Case.

Tell me why, answer the question, wrong fucking question, so much for keeping it straight,
At any rate, what is the deal? I don't know, everything's spinning in the wake but the beast needs to breath or it will surely bleed,
Can't stop it anyway, the cage is broken, threw the fucking key away.

Rampage romper stomber all over my own soul, fuck it all, who cares? what the fuck ever any which way?
Lost cause as it rages on, but the question begs, answer the fucking question, tell me why?
Who the fuck are you? I don't know just who the fuck I am, a lamb with broken legs left to slaughter before that other inner thing?

Destination to ransack myself, but no self can be found, can it? Who cares anyway? What the fuck ever any which way,
Damn the man that thought he could, did you ever stop to think if you even should? Tell me why, answer the question, just answer your own fucking question,
Claw to nerve, nervously shaken, bone to bone, grinding sharp etching deep burning, yearning for something, but what?

Your will is not your own, thy will be done in my own damn way, but the question begs, just answer the damn question,
Why? Fucking why? Why the fuck not?
-END-
D.C. Chapman
6/22/2011

Dichotomy.

Haste to escape the
seeming mundane ashes of
a life no longer recognizable
as such,
So much for that iron face with
steel veins, shattered like glass
and tossed in the trash housing
guts of the rotting and
rancid remains of that thing that
once was,
Stabbing dull and rusty twisted
deep within,
Reminders, constant reminders,
so who was this again?

Deep refrane, the hole is
bigger than you thought,
So much for naught, wasted
in between, the suffering unseen
beneath the smiling guise,
Bound beneath a seeming clown
as the punchline of it all,
Is this the real one? Is this
that forgotten one?
Maybe in your minds' eye, the one
holding the gun, shaken, itching
to blast it all away,
Severing night from day, or so
you constantly pray...
-END-
D.C. Chapman
6/22/2011

Trismagestus.

Tides shifting, mental
planes drifting,
Sailing the tides of
mind...

Unwinding lines transmit
the signs blistering
radiant Divine,
It begs the question in
endless succession, can
the psychonaught rewind?

Three times over, three
times more,
Concentration in every
pore,
Alas, uncertainty, every
changing certainty,
Cracking pillars to bring
this temple down...

Thrice they say, up has
become down,
Give way to uncertainty,
banish all sanity,
Don't you want to wear the
crown?
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 5/21/2011

Osiris.

Doggy see doggy do?
Not today, now get a
clue,
Time to take this
bone to ground,
Bad little hound,
Sharing the sound,
The vibe of the pound,
Opening doors to the
world outside,
Tongue flapping, just
enjoying the ride,
Perfect play, a beautiful
day,
A beautiful day to wash
it all away,
The dirt and grime, the
murk and slime,
Barking, howling, now
is the time,
From guard to guide, gates
open wide,
Again with the ride, leave
nowhere to hide,
The vibe to that secret
beyond these chain-link
walls,
To those halls, breaking
the scale, astor deep
falls,
Aligned so the blind
can finally see,
Rebellion, loyal to
the end,
That fearful opposing
trend,
Making friends of
the enemy...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 5/20/2011

Chaotic Tree of Life.

What's the matter TV
Head?
Afraid the movement was
never dead?
A word to the wise, better
left unsaid...

No monopoly here, these
thoughts aren't owned,
Skilfully honed with a
fine toothed comb,
You seemed to miss an
important tome...

Your eyes see nothing,
least of all this,
Sitting in your bliss
anointing this and
that...

Waking up the sleeping
thing,
That was just old hat,
The old dogs are sleeping
at the open gate,
No room for seething foaming
mouths of hate...

The snake bids you enter, eat,
be free,
Let go the important things,
climb up and swing with
me...

All plans shatter against
the point,
That Zero sum you seek to
disjoint,
That blade is aiming to
shatter your heart,
That blackened thing holding
the world apart...

Sheppard yourself away
from that self,
Throw down the thing, break
the ancient shelf,
No tome, no plan, just swinging
from a tree,
Lift the veil and let it all
hang free...

That chaotic entropy, the
end of complexity,
Such perplexity, no arrogance,
just curiosity,
While we're at it let's
burn the fucking tree...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 5/20/2011

Production Line.

Eyes wide open, sit back
and chill,
Through the blue, just
take another pill,
Believe, relieve, relinquish
control of will...

Do what thou will, just
another lie,
Shackled in freedom to
the line to die,
Terror, fear, sever every
tie...

Conscious subversion to
ingorant bliss,
listing astray toward
imaginary points,
Burning cinders, ashes of
the indestructable...

Washing the brain, clinically
sane, feel no pain,
Its' just business as usual,
Good little tool, just act a
fool instead,
Lay back quietly while we
name brand your head...
-END-

(C)D.C. Chapman 5/20/2011

Zero Point.

Plot a course to the zero
point,
Anoint the fire to tread
the water,
Vapor, steam, a seamless
stream,
Mud, murky grey, lifeblood
at odds,
Gods of blind on the playing
field of mind,
Blocking the way back to
the grand sum of
all,
Keys to the fall, answering
the call,
Zero to one and back again,
Laying plain in the brain,
Here it comes again...

Shuddering out of control
to that inner space,
Planted in timeless now wishing
to hide its' face,
That faceless, nameless name of
all games,
Games to things as the grand
sound sings,
Crashing deep to that dreamy
sleep,
It burst forth from the moisture
and mud,
The clay concealing the fire,
at odds, looking a little
higher,
Then they take a breath, one
returns to zero...

Seeking not what should it
find,
Nothing other than all
is mind,
The blind leading the blind,
This Zero Point to finally
unwind,
To breath, to feel, to leave
it all behind...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 05/20/2011

Subatomic Equation.

Tight vibrations on the tread-line
Of something in between,
Broken by prophetic frequencies
Far beyond illumination.

Down, down to the dark end, a trajectory
Unknown,
Holding firm with vice, splicing
Away the familiar thing.

God it is, God it was for nothing ever
Any which way,
Even outside, so the inside,
An ever radiant idea long gone unseen.
-End-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'Subatomic Equation'
7/06/04

Repost (C) D.C. Chapman 3/11/11

Creating Yes-Men.

Acceptance of the numbness
inside,
Mentally Dumbing, tattering on
the spiritual side,
Running like prey with
no particular place
to hide,

The great maw opens consuming
the processes whole,
What is left now, but an empty
organic vehicle?

A victim of deliberate
deception,
It marches down 5th avenue
nodding yes to every
opinion...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'Creating Yes-Men'
11/24/02

Originally written 11/24/02, repost (C) D.C. Chapman 3/11/11.

The Simple Spectrum.

Simplistically complex,
yet perplexingly
condensed,
An existential circumference
takes hold of
consciousness,

Still the great lamp
burns beyond,
Somewhere between the
Limbic Region, and the
Universe,

Balancing in chaotic
harmony,
Jumping through to
clarity,
In Anarchy, orderly, and
unified...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'The Simple Spectrum'
10/7/02

Reposted without edit (C) D.C. Chapman 3/11/11

House of Cards.

Plastic in entropy,
It cannot gaze a
mirror.
In shards it hides,
biding its' lies,
Segregation and
fear.

Wastrel of the temptress
yearns,
Deep and still it slowly
burns,
Saturated by every
tear.

So the beast, he knows
himself far beyond
the shards,
In that mirror it sees
itself and topples
its' house of cards...
-END-
A. Kalicitta
'House of Cards'
04/22/2005

Originally written as D.C. Chapman, 4/22/05. Edited and reposted as Acarya Kalicitta on 3/10/10 on writing.com with a five star rating. Reposted (C) D.C. Chapman 3/11/11.

Nerves.

Dreaming anguish, wide
awake,
Pray to God these nerves
to take,

Festering that fosters
me,
The other equation that
begs to see,

Dreaming anguish; wide
awake,
Pray to God this hell
to take,

Painful shivers throughout
despair,
Face of the faceless lay
cold and bare,
Hiding from the glare,

Dreaming anguish; so wide
awake,
That other equation; that trembling
fake,
Severing the circuit to kill
the snake,
Pray to God these nerves
to take...
-END-
A. Kalicitta
'Nerves'
04/21/05

Originally written as D.C. Chapman on 4/21/05. Reposted and edited as Acarya Kalicitta on writing.com 3/15/10 with a three and a half star rating. Repost (C) D.C. Chapman 3/11/11.

Skin Deep.

Transfixed empty stars, laughing
distant angry scars,
Somewhere in limbo, yet
fully attuned,
Covering emptiness; this shroud of
lies,
Carting away these empty
eyes,
Screeching steel, a thousand
outcries,

Freezing, hard, an uneasy
sleep,
Spark of the victim? Its'
only skin deep...
-END-
A. Kalicitta
'Skin Deep'
04/20/05

Originally written on 4/20/05 as D.C. Chapman. Edited and posted as Acarya Kalicitta on writing.com on 3/14/10 with a three star rating.
Repost and re-edit (C) D.C. Chapman, 3/11/11.

Flesh and Bone.

Tossed and turned in gross
Deception,
Enticing reception for the
Scarred,
Inviting fleshless dissident to
Leave the brain ajar,

If eyeless lay the fleshless,
Then mindless lay the
Soul,
Shattered cranial plate,
Oozing this aching
Hole,

Ripping flesh from
Bone,
Searching bloodless
Radiance,
Just to be left
Alone,

Impure bag of
Blasphemy,
Encouraging spiritual
Entropy,
If only to have the
Eyes to see,

At last decay of
Tyranny,
To find the way
Back home,
Beyond the contempt
In loneliness,
Beyond this fleshy
Tome…
-END-
A. Kalicitta
'Flesh and Bone'
03/14/2010

Posted, originally, as Acarya Kalicitta on writing.com with a five star rating.
Repost (C) D.C. Chapman 3/11/11

Blather, Chatter.

Down the deep dark
hole,
Swallow this process
whole,
Wilting, wasting, as
black as charcoal.

Tick! Tick!
Brick to time, oh
so sick!
Important? Late? Shut
the gate, it all just
falls away,
The same damn thing, the
same damn time,
Every single day...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'Blather, Chatter'
Edited 3/11/11
Original Writing 11/17/05

Senseless.

What a crime; this round of
time,
tempting distress, confused
bitterness,
Away, afar, to find, some
distant eerie kind,
Of the mind to wander deaf,
dumb, and blind...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'Senseless'
Edited 3/11/11
Original Writing on 11/14/05

Bodhicitta.

Fascist incidents irradiate
toward transparent
luminescence,
Onward, inward, cauterizing
the wounded
paradox,

Temporal fluidity shaking
cerebral rigidity, breaking
down the eye,
Complexities circumambulating
as diversities fly,

Toppling it to chaos, no
longer theoretical,
Practical to Heretical, this
ambient flow, it does not
know,
The ebb and flow, straight
to climax, shattered mind
aglow...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'Bodhicitta'
Edited 3/11/11
Original writing 4/8/05

The Law of Attraction.

Set the shift inside
these bones,
Pitch the flux to the
highest tones,
New paradigm ridden,
Hidden, this attractor,
law abiding factor,
Shouting distant radiance
to the ear of
God,

Close to heart, thusness
calls,
Falls away, the other
way,
On shaky ground as night
becomes day,

This attractor, law abiding
factor, shouting distant
radiance,
Depends on what you're after...
-End-
(C) D.C. Chapman
'The Law of Attraction'
03/11/11